Two Classes of Fighter: The Soldier and The Warrior

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Throughout White Aryan history our Nations have been at war with one another. Unfortunately, for at least the last 2000 years these wars have almost always been instigated by and fought for Kehillah oligarch criminal terrorists who infiltrate, steal, conquer and control a White Aryan Nation from behind the scenes. Their goal is to exterminate the Aryan Spirit, our genetic seed, steal the natural resources of Mother Nature, implement their CORPORATE usury banking system and to ultimately destroy, steal and take over the next resisting White Aryan Nation on their list. All of this is done to further their Zionist CORPORATE  Jew World Order agenda.

There is always one side involved in these wars who are forced into defending their Nation and Folk. These Kehillah oligarch criminals who attempt to steal and conquer a White Aryan Nation will always use their “chosen ones” or parasites better known as the jew, uneducated White masses and eventually 3rd World negro and mixed race proxy armies to invade and destroy sovereign White Aryan Nations who are free of international zionism, communism, bolshevism, every other ism and an usury banking system, which enslaves a White Nation and its Folk. The American Civil War, The Anglo-Boer War and World War II are great examples. The Southern Americans, Boers and Germans were all forced into war by tyrannical countries that are ruled by these Kehillah oligarch criminals and their chosen jews.

I once thought being a soldier was noble and just. I understand why people believe this to be true, however over the years my views have changed.

At that point in my life I wasn’t aware of the Aryan Priest/Brahman and Warrior Classes. In ancient Aryan societies, the Brahman and Warrior Classes were considered to be the highest and most noble classes of a White Aryan Society. To a point this is true, however over years of studying and transforming myself, my views have changed yet again. There came a time in my life I was introduced to the ancient Aryan Vedas and Gnostic mysteries. Once I was introduced to these ancient Aryan Vedas and Gnostic mysteries I became driven and determined to become a Self Realized Aryan and an enlightened Spiritual Being who raises himself up to become a part of the Brahman Class. Once I reached my goal, I quickly realized that my duty to myself and my Folk was more than only trying to better my society and to help my Folk grow morally and Spiritually. I also realized that our Aryan way of life is always under attack by the above mentioned Kehillah oligarch criminals and their “chosen ones” who use our uneducated and unenlightened White relatives from around the world to destroy our Aryan Nations and Folk. Because our Nations are continuously under attack, I’ve also been forced into becoming a Warrior. The way I see it, the combination of being a Brahman and a Warrior is the highest position one can attain in an Aryan Society. A Brahman Warrior knows exactly why and what he fights for. I have made a pledge that I shall be the best Aryan I can be and I will do my best to live up to the standards of those who came before me such as Wotan, Thor, Arjuna, Tuatha de Danann, Adolf Hitler and every other noble Aryan Brahman Warrior.

I encourage my Folk to get on a path which will help you to transform yourself into an Aryan Brahman and a Warrior.

9 noble virtues

These 9 Noble Virtues truly awakened my mind, body and Spirit and brought home the point that there is a difference between a soldier and a warrior. Whether you know it or not, there is a BIG difference between these two classes of fighters.

As an Aryan warrior, a motto of mine is…

I LOVE HATING AND DESTROYING ENEMIES!

It’s moral, noble and The Aryan Way!

I hope every Aryan Man will eventually start to think and act in this way.

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A soldier is an individual who blindly takes orders from the Kehillah oligarch criminals who rule over a country’s politicians, military personnel and citizens.  Soldiers are usually White men who are used as pawns and do not fight for the best interest of his Folk and Nation, even though he might think he is. This is intentional! Our enemies enjoy the fact that White soldiers will become mentally and Spiritually damaged, if not killed and most likely will not be able to spread their seed and beget a beautiful White Aryan child.

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A warrior is an individual who is Self Realized or Enlightened. Warriors can also be of the Priest or Brahman Class. A warrior will fight enemies so that he may preserve his Folk, Culture and Race or in other words, noble way of life. I find myself to be of both the Brahman and Warrior Class. I know what I’m fighting for and I make it known that I am defending my Folk, Nation and way of life, unlike the soldier who blindly takes orders from criminals.

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A Warriors Prayer

by Manowar

Grandfather, tell me a story!
All right, go and get your storybook
No, no, not one of those, a real story
A real story?
Yes! Tell me about when you were a boy
Well, then, I shall have to take you back with me
A long way in time

It was my thirteenth year on a cold winter’s day
As I walked through the enchanted forest
I heard the sounds of horses and men at arms
I felt compelled to walk on and find the place of these sounds
And when the forest did clear I was standing on a hill
Before me there was a great plane
Atoned the armies of the world, standing, waiting
I thought to myself, for whom or for what are they waiting?

Suddenly a gust of wind come up from the north
There appeared a lone rider, holding a sword of steel
Then from the south came another, bearing a battle axe
From the east came a third, holding a spiked club
And finally, from the west a rider
Who wielded a great hammer of war, with them came their
Soldiers of death, followed by an army of immortals
They were few in number

But the look in their eyes told all who beheld them
That they would leave this day only in victory or death
And there was a great silence
My heart began to pound, storm clouds filled the sky with darkness
Rain came and four winds blew with such anger
That I held fast to a tree
I watched the four riders raise their weapons into the air
Without warning, screaming their war cry they led the attack

Down to the battle they rode
They met the armies of the world with a mighty clash
I could feel the groundshake, the earth drank much blood that day
Each of the four, was into himself a whirlwind of doom
When the smoke did clear, many thousands were dead
There was much blood and gore
Their bodies lay broken and scattered across the battle field
Like brown leaves blown by the wind

And I saw the four ride together to the top of the hill
While below them the soldiers of death assembled
All those who would now swear allegiance to them
And the four spoke the words of the warriors prayer…

Gods of war I call you, my sword is by my side
I seek a life of honor free from all false pride
I will crack the whip with a bold mighty hail
Cover me with death if I should ever fail
Glory, majesty, unity, hail, hail, hail

And as I stood and looked on, I heard the armies of the world
Hail them without end, and their voices of victory
Carried long and far throughout the land

Well, That’s it, did you like the story?
Yeah, it was great!
Oh, good, I’m glad, now off to bed with you
Grandfather?
Yes?
Who were those four men?
Who were they? They were the Metal Kings.

Blood of the Kings

by Manowar

Brothers the battle is raging choose your side
Sing with us the battle hymns into glory ride
Hail to England the sign of the hammer’s our guide
Forever we’re fighting the world side by side

On a crusade the world we bring
Four Kings of Metal, four Metal Kings
Death to the false ones, dance on a string
‘Till the blood on your sword is the blood of a king
‘Till the blood on your hand is the blood of a king

Our armies in England, Ireland, Scotland, and Wales
Our brothers in Belgium, Holland and France will not fail
Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Italy
Switzerland, Austria back to the glory of Germany

On a crusade the world we bring
Four Kings of Metal, four Metal Kings
Death to the false ones, dance on a string
Till the blood on your sword is the blood of a king
Till the blood on your hand is the blood of a king

Sound the death tone on our march for revenge
Spill the blood of my enemies the oath of a friend
Fight the holy war for the crown and the ring
Six magic circles were made by the blood of the kings

Wherever we ride, it’s metal we bring
Four Kings of Metal, four Metal Kings
Songs of true metal we will sing
Till the blood on your sword is the blood of a king
Till the blood on your hand is the blood of a king

Sound the death tone on our march for revenge
Spill the blood of my enemies the oath a friend
Fight the holy war for the crown and the ring
Six magic circles were made by the blood of the kings

Wherever we ride, it’s metal we bring
Four Kings of Metal, four Metal Kings
Death to the false ones, dance on a string
Till the blood on your sword is the blood of a King
Till the blood on your hand is the blood of a King

Till the blood on your sword is the blood of a King
Till the blood on your hand is the blood of a King
Till the blood on your sword is the blood of a King
Blood of a King, blood of a King

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